User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-1298206-20160506210438/@comment-3135907-20170525111353

OOC: Methinks ole Snowy melted.

BIC: Swickett, a sturdy weasel clad in loose green topped with a small ribbed breastplate and sporting an off-white headwrap to keep off the heat, turned lazily with one mailled paw on his swordhilt and the other adjusting his turban as he shook the sweaty head it covered without speaking.

Thistlin shrugged and threw up her paws. "There you have it, mate. More trekking, I warrant."